The King And Me Novels & Stories

"Can't you slow down, King? I wonder how you can sigh under your chokehold." King... short for him. Or Kingston who was now casually putting back on the short—sleeved black t-shirt lying on the ground. Kingston pulled himself up from his recumbent position sitting against the headboard. Not once did he look away as Aquela's hips swayed wildly towards him. The shape of the mattress pressed down slightly as Aquela deliberately took a position staring at Kingston who raised one high eyebrow reading every gesture Aquela made. "Don't you feel hot in this shirt?"

The host is commenting on the pictures on the screen "...is most certainly not Mrs. King! Though the woman on the picture does look a bit like Mrs. King. I mean, look at that nose and that chin. Similar, you know! Nevertheless, James King has some explaining to do to wifie at home! Or...well, the King is a very private man so maybe...maybe he's divorced without telling anyone? Although I doubt it. It seems more likely that there's trouble in paradise. Our perfect King might finally have found a vice in his nature that" I turn off the TV. I call James again. Still no answer. I call Theo, his budyguard. No answer. I call Rob, his personal assistant who’s with him 80% of the day. No answer, Hav

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

he said instead of answering, “I have something special to tell you, something special to both of us.” “Okay” she replied with a happy smile, “I will.” He was the one to peck her now, on her forehead. “Be good.” He said removing his hands from behind her back. “I’m always good.” King took a deep breathe before pushing the door to his bungalow open. This was the day, the final day, the day he won his freedom. He had everything planned out already. He would make sure that any option Jamal chose, he would end up faraway from him and Joan, very far. He would finally have peace and rest. When Joan came home, he would not only tell her about his… their freedom, he would confess his feelings to her

As my gaze landed on the scattered divorce papers, my mind drifted to the day I had escaped a high-stakes board meeting, exhausted by the sycophants and the cold weight of the Franklin legacy. I was walking, anonymous in a trench coat, when my heel snapped and the rain began. I must have looked pathetic, standing there with one shoe and a soaked spirit, until a man stopped. He didn't have a luxury car or a designer suit. He had a dented umbrella and a smile that reached his eyes—eyes that didn't see a "Pearl Group Heiress."

“We need to test and make sure that you’re really changing, even though you look like you have.” “Yeah, I brought him because he’s too brainy for his own good. If someone can help us, it’s him. Although you already know he’s been helping.” King adds teasingly. “I understand, and thank you for helping me out.” “Sure, well let’s get to it, we’ll be here for a while, so you should get comfortable.” He pointedly looks at my clothes as he says this, and I look down too at my choice of clothing, black knee length leggings and a purple long-sleeved top that reaches mid thigh, and boots. Looking up, I realize I might be a little too dressy for what they have planned.

Morning came and Kane woke up early to check if the sleeping monster outside was still alive, but he stopped midway. The monster he's referring to was cooking. King's back was facing him, and from where Kane stands, he can see how King cooks breakfast. King would move and stop, as if he was thinking of something. Then he would move again, and then he'd stop. His shoulders were slumped, and even though Kane couldn't hear him clearly, he knew that King had been sighing repeatedly.

he said. As we entered the king’s chamber, I saw him lying there, motionless. I approached his bed cautiously, and as my hand brushed his forehead, I could immediately feel the heat radiating off him. He was burning up with a fever. I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, the man who had killed my family, who had caused so much pain. But here, now, he was nothing more than a broken, vulnerable king. Part of me wanted to end it. To strike while he was weak. But another part of me hesitated. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Or was I meant to help him, despite everything?

I said too quickly, my eyes involuntarily moving to the package in his hands. "The King asked me to give you this." He said, handing me a shopping bag and a card. With confusion in my eyes, I asked. "What for?" "You could check it out yourself and reach out to him." The guy was already on his way when I called. "Uhmmm... Sorry please, what's your name." "Keisha!" Came his response. "Okay... Keisha. I wanted to ask, is everything okay with the King? I mean I haven't seen him in days."

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.